To some bower or, you know, like a place with a bunch of flowers and dew drops and such.
I don't know where, I just run!
Wherever a Deus ex Machinas is truly appreciated
The Tower of London
They can't remember my name.
They have forgotten me.
They find me ridiculous.
It's so easy to get rid of me.
They're in a hurry.
No matter how hard they try, they can't. It's just too hard.
Quirky? Yes. Campy? Sure. Funny? Not so much.
When someone calls me a witch, are they saying I'm funny?
They want to. Lord do they want to.
Under no circumstances.
I'm one of the least funny people in a world full of funny people.
Oh I hope so.
To fill in when important people can't be around.
To show that getting hit with a big stick or club doesn't hurt that much.
To clean up.
Is halibut a plant?
Holly and/or ivy.
Instead of answering this question, can I kill you for revenge purposes?
There's usually so much going on around me, they barely notice me at all.
The color of my clothing.
That I am a God/Goddess among men.
That I'm crazy angry.
That I seem so out of place
They usually spend a bit of time trying to figure out who I am.
I like stories that deal with love and the weather.
Mostly deeds and treaties and stuff like that for work. I don't really get to read much for pleasure.
I can't exactly read.